Chapter 681 Analysis and Exploration to Find a Secret Hand

"Bastard! Wei Zhongkai gets out of the way!"

Feng Ziming's handsome face was gloomy and cold. At this time, he had an extra pistol in his hand, and he was holding the gun and shouting coldly at Wang Xuming.

Wei Zhongkai turned back and saw the dark muzzle of the gun, his back suddenly felt cold, and he hurriedly hid to the side, his face showing panic.

People's fear of guns is innate, and Wei Zhongkai's performance is also normal.

But the mad Wang Xuming didn't seem to be afraid at all when facing the muzzle of the gun, and he still charged at Feng Ziming with blood-red eyes and a long knife.

"court death!"

Feng Ziming looked at Wang Xuming who was rushing up, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but his eyes froze instantly, and two cold lights flashed.

"boom!"

Suddenly a gunshot rang out in the square, and the loud gunshot startled everyone.

However, there was no bloody scene as everyone thought, and Wang Xuming did not fall in response to the gunfire. When everyone looked at Feng Ziming, they realized that Di Ping was standing in front of Feng Ziming at some point, and he was holding Feng Ziming with one hand. Ziming's hand with the gun stood up.

Obviously, Di Ping's one, the shot was empty.

"kill!"

Before everyone could wonder why Di Ping suddenly blocked Feng Ziming, Wang Xuming was stunned by the sound of gunfire. His eyes flashed a little bit of clarity, but instantly turned blood red, and he charged at Di Ping with his knife again. .

"court death!"

At this time, Owen, who had been standing not far away, saw Wang Xuming rush towards Di Ping with a knife. His face changed, he snorted coldly, and his figure flashed in front of Wang Xuming. He raised his hand and slapped it with a palm.

How fast is Owen?

That was something Wang Xuming could resist. He was slapped on the chest with a palm, but Owen was still measured. He left a little force when he shot, but it was not something Wang Xuming could bear.

"boom!"

Wang Xuming spewed out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person flew five or six meters away. He sat on the ground with a bang, pressing the ground with one hand and pressing the chest with the other. Spit out two mouthfuls of blood.

"City Lord?"

Feng Ziming was a little surprised to see Di Ping holding his arms in front of him.

"He can't die yet!"

Di Ping said calmly.

"Damn this bastard, he not only murdered, but also insulted the city owner..."

Feng Ziming looked at Wang Xuming with some unwillingness and said bitterly.

"He's still useful!"

Di Ping let go of Feng Ziming's arm and said with a deep meaning.

"But....."

Feng Ziming's face was a little unsightly, and he said anxiously.

"Don't do it, I have my own opinion!"

Di Ping turned his head and gave Feng Ziming a deep look, and a deep voice interrupted Feng Ziming's next words.

"It's the city owner!"

Feng Ziming felt the dissatisfaction in Di Ping's words, and his heart suddenly shuddered, only to realize that he was too hasty, and quickly calmed down and put away the gun in his hand.

But for a while, everyone didn't notice this side, and everyone focused their attention on Wang Xuming, who was shot out by Owen.

Perhaps the intense pain stimulated Wang Xuming. After spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, the red light in his eyes quickly subsided, and his eyes gradually became clearer.

But just after Qingming came over, he seemed to understand something for a moment, and suddenly raised his head to look at Owen, who was looking at him coldly, and the angry eyes around him. His face turned pale as white paper, and the original twisted face changed became extremely frightened.

"Forgive.... spare my life! City...City Lord...No...not...I..."

Wang Xuming suddenly turned his legs and knelt on the ground, crawled forward a few steps on his hands and feet, and gave Di Ping mercy.

His voice changed, tears and snot flowing down together, trembling and unable to speak, looking at Di Ping with desperate pleading in his eyes.